Point of View: Estia It Is, Then

After all these years I still don’t know the rules of anything really, and was somewhat tongue in cheek taken to task by a doubles opponent this past week for having served out of turn during a tiebreaker.

I pleaded ignorance, which is one of my strong suits. I’m always pleading ignorance and it’s served — ha-ha — me well by and large, though slowly, ever so slowly I am being led by the hand into the technological age, out of the darkness of ignorance into the light of clarity. Clarity is not one of my strong suits, though I do rather like claret. Maybe that explains it.

We’ll be drinking some soon, at Estia’s Little Kitchen, celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary. Can you believe it? Twenty-nine years. Time has been kind.

“Two happy lovers make one bread / a single moon drop in the grass. / Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together, / waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed. . . .”